Girl Scout Camp Adventures: by NetWanderer Notes: 1> Repost policy - A zipped archive containing all posted materials to date will be sent to alt.sex.stories on or near the first of each month. Stories will also be sent singly as text files on or near the first of every even numbered month. Please do not ask for individual mail reposts, as I send this from work and can not generate that much traffic. Comments and questions are welcome, and will be replied to. 2> IÕm still looking for someone to put these in an archive or www site. Please contact me. Disclaimer: This story includes erotic material that may include consensual and non-consensual sex between adults and minors. If such material offends you, or you are not legally permitted to possess such material, please discard this immediately. Chapter 8 - ÒDiscipline must be maintained....Ó Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt. The insistent buzz of the alarm clock brought me back to the present from where my mind had been locked in a loop replaying the incredible events that happened in my cabin only hours ago. I had been unable to sleep ever since, only fitfully dozing. I stumbled through a shower and breakfast, and with my third cup of coffee, I was feeling almost alive, as I sat at my desk and worked on the weekly payables. It took a sheer effort of will to focus on the task at hand. Finally, I got into my rhythm, and my attention zeroed in on the job. I was almost halfway through the bill pile when there was a knock on my office door. Muttering ÒYeah?Ó, I looked up from my desk. One of the secretaries poked her head in. ÒDave? ThereÕs a counselor here to see you. She said you told her to come by before lunch.Ó Vainly, I tried to force my frazzled brain to recall who I had asked to come in. Shrugging, I told the secretary to send her in. When I saw who it was, I remembered. It was Nikki, and she was supposed to meet me to find out her punishment for breaking curfew the previous week. With all that had happened, it completely slipped my mind, so I put on a stern face and decided to see how it went. Before I could say anything, Nikki spoke up. ÒDave, before you say anything, I just wanted you to know IÕm really sorry and it wonÕt happen again.Ó Her hands knotted nervously as I tried to maintain a severe expression. I let the silence stretch for a moment, as her gaze alternated between me and the floor. I folded my hands together, and looked at her across my desk. ÒIÕll tell you what. You caught me in a good mood, so IÕll let you pick your own punishment. If I think it is fair, thatÕs what it will be, but if I think it it too easy, IÕll come up with something much worse!Ó I lifted my lips in a slight smile. Chewing her lip, Nikki thought about it, perhaps unsure about my offer. Finally, she came to a decision. ÒMy father always said that bad girls needed a good spanking.Ó All I can say in my own defense is that my brains were still addled from the night before, or I never would have considered that request. As it was, the professional in me urged me to reject the idea out of hand, but the last few days had encouraged my liberal side. I made my decision. Standing up, I stepped around my desk. ÒSounds fair. Meet me at the firewood shed fifteen minutes after rest period starts. You can go, IÕll see you then.Ó I picked up a folder from my desk and pretended to read it, not looking at her as she left. I had to finish the bills by lunch, and the time pressure, coupled with sheer monotony, cleared my mind of thoughts about the pending encounter. It was only when I saw Nikki in the dining hall at lunch that my concerns reappeared, but I could hardly back down now. Besides, I didnÕt really WANT to. After lunch, I went directly to the wood shed where we kept some firewood dry for outdoor cooking, and to start larger blazes/ With the the campers in tents for rest period, I knew no one would be up there. Inside the shed, which was brightly lit from ventilation windows around the roof, I rearranged some tree stumps and loose wood to serve as a bench. Sitting down, I waited for Nikki to arrive. At precisely fifteen minutes into the rest period, I heard footsteps approach, then a tap on the door. NikkiÕs voice. ÒDave?Ó ÒCome.Ó I replied. The door opened and Nikki stepped in, closing the door behind her. She turned to face me. Nikki was about 5Õ6Ó, maybe 120lbs. Short brown hair came down to her neck, and hung in bangs over her blue eyes. A halter top covered her above average sized breasts, complimented by white denim-like shorts, white socks, and sneakers. From where I sat, I could see her face held an expression that was a mix of apprehension and anticipation. I spoke up. ÒSince you were twenty-five minutes late, you will be spanked 25 times. I think you know the position.Ó I pointed to my lap. Without a word, Nikki walked over and kneeled, then leaned across my lap, so I supported most of her weight. In this position, her ass was raised slightly, directly under my right hand, while the underside of her breasts brushed the outside of my left leg. Not wanting to allow time for second thoughts, I started in immediately. As I counted out ÒOne.Ó I dropped my left hand firmly to strike her on the left buttock. A sharp gasp from Nikki let me know she felt it. Pausing slightly, I delivered strike number two to the other cheek with slightly more force. This time, I thought I heard a small moan accompany the gasp. Strikes three and four followed rapidly, and by five and six, I was sure that Nikki was enjoying the punishment as much, or possibly more, than I was. This was confirmed after strike number eight, when I allowed my hand to briefly rest on her denim covered ass, which rose up to meet my hand, accompanied by a definite moan. Time to up the ante, I decided. I temporarily stopped my actions, and told Nikki to stand up. She looked at me with a puzzled expression. I pointed to her, ÒI think those shorts are providing too much padding. Remove them.Ó Anxiously, I waited to see if I had pushed things too far. With an unreadable expression on her face, Nikki reached down and undid the upper snap and zipper. The white shorts fell to the floor, revealing emerald green panties, with a black waistband. High cut, it revealed her hips nicely. Without being asked, she resumed her previous position. I paused only for a moment to admired the silk covered ass before delivering stroke number nine. This time, as my hand impacted her panty covered cheek, I could clearly feel her push her pussy against my leg, with yet another moan. Alternating from left to right, I rapidly fired of strikes ten, eleven, twelve, and thirteen. After each stroke, for only a moment, I rested my hand on the reddened cheek lightly, feeling her squirm. I could feel a small wet spot forming on my leg from the front of her panties. Numbers fifteen and sixteen produced clear moans of pleasure, so I decided to see how far I could take this. I told her to rise again, and hesitantly, she turned to face me. I reached out and hooked my finger under the top of her halter top and pulled her closer, turning her sideways. Idly, I traced a finger around the rear of her panties, feeling the muscles quiver slightly. Her eyes were closed, but popped open as I delivered a sharp smack. In the sternest voice I could still manage, I told her to remove the panties, there was still too much padding. The look on her face again got unreadable, and I thought I had overdone it. As I was about to tell her to disregard that instruction, she turned and hooked her fingers into the black waistband. With her back to me, she lowered the green material to the ground, revealing her perfect, if slightly red, ass to my view. Stepping out of the panties, she returned to her position quickly, again with no comment. Looking closer, I could see the red marks made by some of my harder impacts. From where the front folds of her pussy rested against my leg, I could feel a warm, damp feeling, and I realised just how much she was enjoying this. Also, she had repositioned herself so that her side was in contact with my dick, now as hard as a steel pole. Nine strikes to go. I brought my hand down on the naked flesh of her left buttock and was rewarded with a low groan, and an increased feeling of dampness on my leg. Numbers eighteen, nineteen and twenty only intensified the effect. Deciding to turn things up one final notch, after strike twenty-one, I let my hand remain on her twitching ass, massaging and exploring with the tips of my fingers. She responded by wiggling her whole lower body, and a whispered Ôyes.....Ó. Abruptly, I removed my hand and struck again. Whap! This time, I used my whole hand to massage the affected globe. Her wriggling motion was almost constant now, and my leg was positively wet. Number twenty three repeated the process on the other cheek, while twenty-four was spread across both. I allowed my hand to continue massaging, as I let the anticipation build for the final stroke. Nikki was whimpering now, as if begging for release. With my left hand, I spread her cheeks to uncover her lower openings. I raised my right hand and brought it down sharply, direct on her rear entry, the impact of the strike driving the tip of my finger inside. The stimulation pushed Nikki over the edge, and she screamed as a small stream of fluid ran over my leg. Her legs shuddered as she tried to maintain her position. Leaving her on all fours, I extracted myself and stepped to the cabin door. ÒI hope weÕve learned our lesson,Ó I said as I stepped out. Closing the door behind me, I realised that as deterrents went, what just happened probably was not all that effective. Ah well. I started back to the office, but a feeling of tightness in my underwear indicated a visit to my cabin first was in order. The rest of the day passed with little incident, mainly as the campers were busy preparing for the eveningÕs main activity, the annual fashion show. The fashion show was one of the big events of the season. Many campers brought special items from home. Even some of the staff participated. To respect some of the campersÕ concerns, all male staff were given the evening off, and ÔencouragedÕ to leave camp. Ordered actually. I planned ahead. The maintenance crew wanted me to go out them, but I begged off, claiming that Tracy had lent me the wagon to run some personal errands. She had, but I donÕt think she realised quite what I had in mind. After dinner, I waited for the maintenance crew and the cook to head off, got in the wagon, and headed out the main entrance. About three hundred yards down the access road, I pulled the wagon off into a small clearing hidden from view, locked it, and made my way back to the Rec Hall by way of a small trail. The rec hall was still dark, and I quickly used a small maintenance ladder to climb up through a trapdoor into the old storage loft, pulling the ladder up after me. We didnÕt use the old loft anymore, and during the day I had tacked down a few boards to allow me to move back and forth around the Rec Hall without noise, and observed. At one end of the loft, I had a view of the dressing area backstage, and at the other, an old fan vent gave me a clear view of the stage. A couple bottles of water and a flashlight were all I needed. I dug a paperback out of my packet and waited for the entertainment to begin. The campers started to pile in somewhere in the middle of chapter 12. The fashion show had a fairly simple format, so that everyone could watch, a group of eight or ten campers in a particular theme would go backstage, set up, then come out. After that, the next group would go back, while the audience talked, everyone sat down again, and the process repeated. I had seen the program at the office earlier, which called for ÔdaywearÕ, ÔswimwearÕ, Ôevening wearÕ, ÔsleepwearÕ, Ôstaff wearÕ, and something called ÔnightwearÕ. The first group went backstage. I didnÕt expect much from the daywear category out front, so I crept along the rafters to the rear of the hall. Through a hole in the ceiling, I could look straight down and see a fairly decent sized area of the dressing room. I could see the girls milling around, but most of them had worn their outfits in, hiding them under sheets or something similar. At the edge of my field of vision, I could see what appeared to be the tips of a pair of bra-encased tits, but they never moved clearly into view. The campers started to move out front, so I went back to my seat by the vent as the music began. Tracy introduced Jackie as the eveningÕs MC, and they started. She was sitting behind a table next to the stage, with only her head visible behind a light and sound controls. Each girl came out to Ôher songÕ, and stepped/twirled to the end of a runway made from tables leading off the stage. After spinning once or twice, she walked back, posed, and stepped backstage. The first few outfits were nothing special, just nicer versions of the usual items seen around camp. The kids seemed to enjoy it tho, as the applause was loud after every presenter. My interested perked up, however, as Jackie said ÒNow, for something a little more ÔdaringÕ, hereÕs Sandra, in a summer outfit sure to catch the guys eyes.ÕÓ From behind the curtain, out came Sandra, a blond, 15-year-old camper whose athletic body had captured my attention repeatedly over the past few days. She had wrapped a large towel around herself, and as she got halfway down the runway, she tossed it over her shoulder and let it fall. There was a collection of gasps and applause from the crowd, and I almost joined in. Sandra was wearing a white Ôcrop topÕ that was about two sizes too small, with no bra. Her nipples could be seen quite clearly through the material, on either side of a heart shaped cut out that showed off her wonderful cleavage. Her belly button was exposed over the waistband of a tiny pair of denim shorts that had to have been applied with a shoe-horn. Every curve of muscle was clearly defined through the fabric, and a vague outline of her pubic mound could be seen around the front zipper. As she turned, you could see the tension of the shorts compress her cheeks together. Sandals without socks completed the outfit. After she left the stage to thunderous applause, the remainder of the daywear group was anti-climactic. Deciding I would rather be surprised, I stayed where I was to wait for the swimwear group. Through the vent, I could see the campers and staff milling around, as they waited for the swimwear group to begin. In what I found to be a surprisingly short time, Jackie asked everyone to take their seats. This time, the house lights were dimmed, and the stageÕs corner spots were turned on to highlight the center area. JackieÕs voice came through the sound system. ÒOur first model, from the Junior division is Becky, wearing a one-piece from her ÔBaywatchÕ collection. Becky stepped out from behind the curtain, an eight-year-old blond wearing a red bathing suit like the ones used in the TV series. As she pirouetted at the end, the suit rode up between her ass cheeks, highlighting them nicely. ÒNext is Trish, from the Debutantes (older middle girls). SheÕs modelling another one-piece outfit.Ó Trish was an eleven-year-old brunette, just starting to develop. The green one-piece she wore hugged her curves nicely. ÒOur third model is Amanda, from the Juniors, with the final one-piece of the night, called Peek-A-Boo.Ó Amanda was 9, with brown hair. When she stepped out, she was wearing what appeared to be a standard solid white bathing suit. However, as she walked the runway, her hand reached down and pulled off the side of the suit, revealing bare skin. As she moved, additional sections of the suit, presumably held on by something like velcro were removed, leaving areas of naked skin on both her sides and belly, as well as the upper center of the chest, creating a decidedly erotic look. ÒTHAT was interesting. Next is one of our seniors, Jeanette, with her ÔTie-DyeÕ bikini, which she made herself, here at camp.Ó Jeanette was 14, and nicely built, with long legs. She had tie-dyed a white bikini with purple, pink, and yellow patterns, so that the patterns centered right on her nipples and pubic mound. ÒNext is Erica, also from our seniors group, in her Ômetallic fantasyÕ. Erica, a fourteen-year-old with bright blond hair, came out wearing a bikini that looked like it had been made of tiny silver scales. As she moved, the metallic fabric shifted, catching the light and pulling lookerÕs attentions to different parts of her body. ÒFrom the Juniors comes Diane, wearing ÔPink DelightÕ. When Diane came out, my first thought was to wonder what parent sent that to camp for a nine-year-old. Diane, a blonde, was wearing a pink micro bikini-top, which had her breasts started to develop, would not have covered them. At is was, small rises of flesh around the edge of the pink triangles showed where nature was beginning its work. Her pink bottoms consisted of only a string around the waist, and a triangle of fabric so small as to be noticed only by the color difference. As she spread her legs in the turn at the end of the runway, the hairless lips of her pussy clearly became visible for a moment to the sides of the cloth. On her route back, the pink string that made of the bikiniÕs rear literally disappeared between her cheeks. ÒLast, but certainly not least is Michelle, from our Rockettes (younger middle) division, wearing Neon Nights.Ó Michelle, an eleven-year-old brunette just starting to develop, was wearing a bright neon orange bikini. Nothing special, as compared to the last two, but when she reached the end of the runway, she untied the top and tossed it down, Underneath was a slightly smaller neon yellow bikini top. The same happened to the bottoms. The lights came back up, as the models for the eveningwear got ready to perform. While interesting, I had hopes for better things. As the performers got ready for the next set, I traversed the loft again, and tried to peek in on the activity below. Alas, someone had hung a cloth or towel of some kind over a string that had been under the viewhole, and I couldnÕt see a thing. Grumbling under my breath, I returned to my position. Some long minutes later, the lights finally dimmed. Out of the speaker system came a steady beat, one of the songs that were popular back then, I forget the title. JackieÕs voice rose over the music, as the lights dimmed almost totally and a spot went up on center stage. ÒFirst up, we have Brenda. Brenda is modelling her version of our Girl Scout Uniform, suitable for more than just meetings.Ó She wasnÕt kidding. Brenda, a leggy 15 year old with light auburn hair and a muscular build had made some major changes to the uniform. The standard skirt had been lengthened to mid-calf, with a slit side that allowed her light leg to show almost to her hip when she walked. As she turned, the high cut revealed a flash of her white panties. She had shortened the sleeves of the uniform top, and left the upper two buttons open, with a neckerchief hanging below the opening, which drew the viewers eyes to the tops of her young, firm, breasts. A slightly small vest, and a beret at a rakish angle completed the ensemble. This outfit could turn a Girl Scout recruiting poster into a porno film ad. Brenda left the stage to thunderous applause. The spotlight refocused on the center stage. Next up is Janine, from our Rockettes division, wearing the ÔlayeredÕ look. Janine stepped out from behind the curtain. Initially, her outfit was not very impressive, consisting of just a navy sweatshirt and white sweat pants. A different voice came over the sound system, a camper, but I could not recognise it, or see the speaker. ÒNot all evenings are fancy dress affairs. Sometimes, you want something a little more comfortable, less formal, and more versatile. Janine tossed her light brown hair over her shoulder. ÒFirst, we have a basic sweat outfit, good for a walk on the beach, or a trip to the movies. Janine posed. ÒIf you feel a bit warm, you can remove the top.Ó Janine reached down, and with that crossed arm motion I always find so exciting, quickly removed the sweatshirt. Underneath was a tight black T-shirt that outlined her girlish curves and budding tits. ÒStill warm? Off with the bottoms!Ó With a swing of her hips, Janine pulled the sweatpants down her legs and over her bare feet. This revealed a dark green pair of parachute pants that billowed out around her legs. ÒIf after all that, you are still a bit warm, you can go one layer further.Ó Again with the crossed arm motion, Joanne skinned off the T-shirt and tossed her hair again. A pale yellow sports bra highlighted her now revealed tummy. Tiny bumps could be seen through the stretching fabric. ÒFinally, after you get home, its time to get comfortable....Ó With a quick motion, she grasped the tie to the parachute pants and pulled. Dropping to the floor, they revealed a pair of light yellow boxer shorts that matched the bra. Janine took a quick turn on the catwalk, gathered up her clothes, and returned backstage. While interesting, neither of the next two presenters were worth detailing. Peri, a junior modelled a fancy dress, and Belle modelled an evening gown that would have been far more attractive on someone who, shall we say, was a little more slender. There was an expectant hum from the crowd as the last eveningwear model got ready. This was traditionally a counselor, in a spectacular outfit. I wasnÕt disappointed. ÒOur final eveningwear model is Terri, who is modelling a selection from a certain well-known catalog.Ó As I heard the name, I immediately perked up. Terri was a tall brunette with hazel eyes. She tended to wear baggy, loose clothing around camp, but even that could not conceal what appeared to be a spectacular figure. When she stepped out into the circle of light formed by the spot, my dick, in all seriousness, turned into a bar of iron. Terri was wearing a one piece dress of a spandex like material, bright red. Two shoulder straps scooped down into a plunging v-neck which displayed the cleavage between her pert breasts. A zipper travelled the full length of the dress to a high cut hem. If she turned just so, a patch of shadow was the only cover her panties had. As she reached the end of the catwalk and turned around, I found myself forcibly restraining myself from jerking off right there. The back of the dress plunged all the way down to just above a gorgeous ass, and the short hem produced only a patch of shadow even smaller than the one in front. When she left the stage, the audience was too stunned even to clap for several seconds. As the lights came up, I leaned my head back and waited for the lump in my pants to subside. Thankfully, it would take a few minutes for the swimwear models to get ready. Fortunately for my composure, the sleepwear selection was unremarkable, consisting of sleepshirts, pajamas, and the like. As the presentation concluded, there seemed to be a palpable tension rising in the room. After the lights were back on, Jackie sent the two youngest divisions back to their beds. Once they were gone, the tension rose higher as the lights dimmed for the last section. ÒFinally, ladies, just for us older girls, we have our ÔnightwearÕ collection. There are three presenters tonight, and I think you will like all of them.Ó Music came up again, this time a slow and sensual theme. As the volume rose slightly, there was a flash of stockinged leg and cloth through the curtain. I knew who it was immediately, as we only had one African-american counselor, Keisha. Well, the only word I can use is that Keisha ÔslinkedÕ from behind the curtain. She was wearing a white terry cloth robe, and below the hem of the robe, I could see white stockings, which led to white shoes with 4 inch heels. As I noticed the shoes, the robe dropped to the floor. If ë had needed to restrain myself before, I wish I was tied down just then. Keisha was wearing a white, tie-front corset, with gauzy sleeves covering her arms. The zig-zagging ties in front pushed her ample cleavage up and out as her belly button peeked between the laces. Elastic bands were clipped from the bottom of the corset to her stocking, highlighting white thin panties through which her pubic hair was clearly visible. As she struck a couple of poses, I could feel drops of liquid oozing from the end of my again hard manhood. I didnÕt have time to recover, because as soon as she left, the spot moved to the side of the stage for model number 2. Out came Angie, a gorgeous brunette, who was dating Mike. I could only think what a lucky guy he was as I fairly drooled at the sight of her outfit. As she dropped her blue robe, the tops of her tits nearly spilled over the top of a floral print bustier, which looked like it was ready to burst the tie that was the only thing holding it closed at the top. A matching G-string panty the size of a large stamp barely covered her pussy mound, while tight fishnet stockings and black heels accented every curve on her legs. By now, there was a definite wet spot in my crotch area, as I watched the spot traverse the stage. Standing there was Ilene, a petite blond. Her red robe fell apart and off her shoulders. She was wearing a pair of brief white floral panties that were tied at each side with small bows, and a clip front bra, which she was covering with her arms. As the light full hit her, she dropped her arms to her side and posed. Everyone gasped. The bra had no front panels! Her solid pink nipples poked out firmly from her firm breasts, which jiggled as she posed. My dick throbbed painfully. As the spot widened, all three girls came out on stage. As the bowed, I lost it. My head rocked back as I spasmed wildly. Without every touching myself, I felt the cum pour out of my spurting cock into my pants. By the time I recovered, gasping, from my intense orgasm, the three beauties had left the stage and everyone was leaving the hall. I waited for the room to clear and snuck back to the wagon, stopping at the cabin for a change of clothes. Thankfully, my jeans mostly look alike. After picking up the wagon, I ran a few errands to keep up appearances and returned to camp about an hour before curfew. I was still a little too agitated to sleep, so I decided to take a quick stroll around the grounds. It seemed like a lot of people were out, I barely saw anyone. As I was passing a trail to the lake area, I heard the sounds of giggling and splashing. Curious, I headed down the trail to see what was going on. Apparently a few of the staff, taking advantage of the guys being out of camp had decided to go skinny dipping. Had I realised this, I probably would have been quietly, but as it was, they heard me and grabbed their towels, affording me only a tantalising glimpse of breasts and assess as they skittered past me. Funny though, I could swear one or two of them winked at me as they went past. Finally relaxed, I returned to my cabin to get a good nights sleep. Thanks be I only had a 1/2 day on Friday before my day off. Next Chap: Games people play....